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  1. MY APPLIANCES NEED TO STOP MAKING BEEPING NOISES. MY NERVES, THEY ARE DELICATE.
  2. Eating ice cream before bed is probably the best worst idea I've ever had.
  3. Stop distracting me, Internet. I need to put real clothes on.
  4. Tea and crumpets with #moonfruit jam for breakfast. It is delightfully pathetic.
  5. I need capital letters in my life in order to stay sane.
  6. FUCK YEAH GOODFELLAS IS ON. BRING ME A BEER. I'm totally a girl, I swear.
  7. A balloon just popped on the bus and now I think I'm dead. Why is that noise so terrifying?
  8. @Just_Alison Me too, but not because I just watched it again. Nope, that is not what is going on here.
  9. Not watching Dirty Dancing for the eleventy-fifth time. No sir, that is not what is going on here.
  10. This package of coffee says it is for those with discriminating taste. I'm no fan of racism, but I'll drink it anyways.
  11. First do the robot dance, then go to bed. It is very important that you get the order right.
  12. @fedge So that's pretty much my life, right there.
  13. @essdogg No, do you believe I still have to pay for that stuff? The mocking though, that I get for free. *sigh*
  14. @essdogg Pssst! Don't tell anyone, but not only am I regular Canadian, I am also part French-Canadian. I KNOW, RIGHT?
  15. Something something #moonfruit something something whore.
  16. Thanks for the Follow Friday mentions, homies! I shall think of you fondly for the next 5 minutes. Then I will think about beer again.
  17. I'm not just killing time. I'm straight up murdering it.
  18. @CranberryPerson ME TOO. SAMESIES!
  19. @morganbrayton Oh no! I'm sorry to hear that. Are you okay? It's tough to lose a pet.
  20. I want them to arrange themselves by age and size, Von Trapp style. Alas, they cannot. For they are underpants.